When Winter’s bite
Makes clear it’s first and full intent
There comes to pass a holy summer berry,
Both food and ark of life renewed.
Which eaten and dispersed, begins
The dark and bitter climb, through
Root and branch and stem
Until within the flower of year to come
It finds itself remade but one
©Stephen Tanham 2022
Stephen Tanham is a Director of the Silent Eye, a journey through the forest of personality to the dawn of Being.